Ciri
Something shifts as he averts his gaze, as he seems to look everywhere but at her. How she wants to draw his scaly face back to her, to search the hard ridges of his face for the answers to unsaid questions he keeps from her. ”I don’t know..” She responds quietly, hesitant. Ears lacing back slightly as he seems to lock up in front of her after admitting her stance with Amet…. But how could she know if it would change anything? How could she know her own heart when she has no idea of his? Or Amet’s for that matter.
The pain along her cheek slowly seems to ebb back to life as he pulls away from her, the comforting warmth of his body fading and leaving her with a sudden ache of loneliness. He mutters Amet’s name and she can’t help but feel a sudden rush of despair. Still, he keeps his mismatched gaze from hers and she realizes the gravity of the situation she is now in. The longing to reach for him, to have him by her side, is strong. So strong that how can this not be… something? But Amet… Her darling Akmar….
She doesn’t like this weird twisted feeling inside her, this uncertainty of her own convictions. He mentions taking her back and she merely nods slowly as he shifts back to his horse form. Still he is subtly dragon despite the handsome stallion that stands before her. It makes her breath catch, makes her chest hurt with the desire that suddenly grips her. But it’s those eyes… Those eyes that refuse to look at her. She can stand it no more. ”Please….” The silver of her eyes reflecting a growing pain as she steps towards him, to eat up the space he had so carefully made. To sweep her muzzle against his jaw, lips leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. ”Please do not be angry with me.” She can’t stand it, to suddenly feel so alone. She is tired and painful, she cannot take his anger on top of all that.
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@[Castile]